Character
They were trying an Irishman, charged with a petty offense, in an Oklahoma town, when the judge asked: "Have you any one in court who will vouch for your good character?"
"Yis, your honor," quickly responded the Celt, "there's the sheriff there."
Whereupon the sheriff evinced signs of great amazement.
"Why, your honor," declared he, "I don't even know the man."
"Observe, your honor," said the Irishman, triumphantly, "observe that I've lived in the country for over twelve years an' the sheriff doesn't know me yit! Ain't that a character for ye?"
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